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My grandfather Pop... Old Spice aftershave and cigarettes, the striking of kitchen matches against the bottom of his shoe or the side seam of his jeans. Gas pilot lights. Campho-Phenique. Fresh dirt. Geranium leaves.

My grandmother Frannie... bacon, cabbage, old wood (piano? kitchen cabinets? dining table?). Her mother's house of cedar. Skin-So-Soft. The clink of the lid of a blue ceramic cookie jar kept on a child-high, open shelf. Helpless giggling.